I cuddled Eisley on the couch and she started telling me about her bad dream.
“Mom. I had a bad dream.”
Me, “Oh, hunney, I’m sorry. What was your dream?”
Eisley, “Thunder was taking me away.”
Me, “Aw, that’s not very nice.”
Eisley, “Yeah, and I was outside and the thunder whished me up into the air. And I needed someone to, to get me down from the sky.”
Me, “I would have brought you down from the sky.”
Eisley, “But no one was there. The house was empty.”
I have vivid memories of dreams as I was a little girl. If I wouldn’t have taken up some time to cuddle, I may have never heard that dream of hers.